As I was saying in previous post, I have 12 alarm clocks now. Two years ago, I was on the other extreme – I didn’t have any.
Back then, my backyard was a perfect harmony. The hens were peaceful, no rooster stirring up trouble. But idyllic stories don’t last long because, once again, my neighbors made a comeback 
This time, they surprised me with another gift: none other than Mr. Brutus. Imagine 25 independent hens who had never known domination before.
Mr. Brutus, with his puffed chest and magnificent cock-a-doodle-doo, was trying to impress. My hens, unfamiliar with showbiz, looked at him as if they had just seen a failed participant in Broadway musical auditions. 
When he started to tango around them, the hens became invisible, gracefully avoiding him like ballerinas on ice. I was convinced the hens secretly agreed, “Let’s ignore him completely.”
Poor Brutus, as the days passed, realized that trying to impose order on a flock of rebellious hens is like trying to do yoga with elephants. Depressed and sad, like a rooster who just lost his kingdom, he retreated to the company of cats.
Who would have thought that the role of leader among felines would be easier to conquer? Well, Brutus succeeded! Among the cats, he transformed from an aggressive rooster into a rooster with aspirations of laziness. He probably got his hands on a self-development book: “How to be a Zen Rooster in the World of Felines.”
And so, in my rural landscape, I witnessed a comedy show. The hens continued their business, pecking and giggling to a smooth melody, while the cats lounged in the sun nonchalantly. And there, in the midst of this furry troupe, is Brutus, the once a noisy one, now just a morning whisper.
But it’s okay; in the eyes of the cats, he’s the coolest .
Life in the countryside seems to have a special charm and offers an endless source of amusing stories. . 
After Brutus, here comes another gift from my neighbors: Hercules is on the horizon! Will Hercules succeed in winning over my hens’ hearts ?!?
